I can hear the squelch of lube and then abruptly the object is inside me, it’s coldness replacing the heat of daddy’s fingers. It’s wider and he...vier than daddy’s fingers and it takes me a few moments to adjust to it.I hear daddy begin to open his belt and take down his trousers. He steps out of them and I notice him removing his belt from the trousers. I begin to tense once again. Daddy has slapped me before but never used his belt on me. I don’t think I can take that. My mind begins to go in. "Well, I practically fucked John's brains out this week. I don't understand what happened but it's like a switch was turned on within my libido." Tell me about Thomas. You know that's what I want to hear." There's not that much to tell really but..." Amy proceeded to tell Jill what had happened with Thomas in the kitchen and in the living room after John went to bed. She was breathless when she finished. So was Jill."Wow Amy. I thought you said that there wasn't much to tell."Amy giggled and. My neighbour had removed all her clothes from the clothes lines and not a word had been said but I was a bit sad: although the experience from the night before had been intense I knew I wouldn't get that lucky again.I resigned and tried not to think about it until the next morning when I was swept off my feet as I walked into the backyard. There they were, the red lace panties! But what really struck me was the fact that not only were they even closer to the wall but were hanging there all by. In the wheat fields I saw the wheat stalks were very far spaced from each other and very short. I was in a local bar talking with some local farmers one day. Of course, the next wheat crop was the main topic as usual. One farmer told me "If I can get 3 bushels per acre I can just break even." We set there nursing our beers and he looked at me again and said "If I can just get 6 bushels per acre I will break even a little better!" South Dakota farmers are eternal optimists!While I was growing up.